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8: (Very) Small Miracles

Tobias could hardly believe his ears. Was she really about to save him??? He’d started to think that he’d never escape Vivienne’s prison of ass! As far as he could tell, the young witch’s carefully concealed sense of honor was the only thing preventing her from condemning him to spending the rest of his life as a living smudge on the smooth inner-surface of her fatty buttocks.

Frankly, Tobias considered it a small miracle that he hadn’t already been abandoned by the gigantic witch, considering how easily she could simply leave him crammed less than an inch away from her puckering sphincter before forgetting the whole ordeal and calling it a day. It’s not like practitioners of the dark arts were known for their trustworthy morals… And yet, she’d even gone to the trouble of fixing up his flattened armor!? Such unexpected generosity might have been suspicious to one more cynical, but Tobias was much too exhausted to question his own luck or Vee’s motives. If the massive villainess truly was going to keep her word, well, he certainly wasn’t in a position to complain! Not when his current “position” was the entire reason for his suffering…

“Alright little knight,” Vee piped cheerfully, “I’m gonna try something. Get ready.” Ready for what!?

Tobias was suddenly gripped by the same magical force that had been floating him around earlier. But rather than coming free, his body was merely jiggled one way, then the other. After several seconds of being telekinetically pushed and pulled in various directions, he was still stuck exactly where he started, the only difference being that now he was hopelessly dizzy. And, he realized, quite aroused. It’s not like he could ignore how soft Vee’s skin was, with his entire body being rubbed directly against it. Thankfully Vee didn’t seem to notice his excited response, despite the growing bulge between his legs that was pressing firmly into her.

Vee frowned at her lack of success. “Wow, you’ve really gotten yourself mashed in there, huh? Maybe if I just use a teensy more magic, I can just…” With an impatient twirl of a finger, Vee made another attempt to magically shift Tobias. But her stubborn endeavor—no matter how selfless—only caused the tiny man to slide sideways a fraction of an inch… which might have been a success, except he slid directly towards the glistening opening of her pink anus, until his face was just barely touching. The tiny man immediately began to squirm and scream, not at all pleased with his unfortunate change in scenery, though he was still unable to separate himself.

Vee simply furrowed her brow in disappointment, “Huh. How did that happen???” Unable to comprehend how her magic could have been insufficient, Vee wriggled her ass, pointlessly shaking her poor little passenger back and forth while she tried to figure out what went wrong.

When Tobias squirmed and cried out irritably, Vee decided someone had to take the blame, “Look, it’s not easy using magic on someone that small! It’s hardly my fault you’re too tiny to target with my spells!” She reconsidered, and tried to gloss over the fact that her wayward magic was solely responsible for shrinking the little knight in the first place, “Well, okay, no, I take that back. It’s sorta my fault. But still, all your complaining isn’t helping!” Fortunately, it was pretty easy to pin the blame on someone when they had their face half-buried in her asshole, preventing them from arguing back.

Yet a tiny voice, nearly inaudible, stubbornly insisted, “Just use your hands then!!!”

“What, you mean to rescue you?” That infuriating smugness returned to Vee’s tone, as if she were explaining something extremely obvious to an imbecile, “First off, a good witch uses magic for everything.” She demonstrated by lifting one finger and causing several items to levitate and swirl about the room, before realizing her only witness couldn’t even see from the depths of her own butt crack. She carefully set the objects down, frowning at the magical effort that had gone to waste. “Second, you’re basically molded into my skin at this point. I don’t think I’d ever be able to get you out purely by hand. And third…” A hint of amusement entered Vee’s voice, “Honestly, I just don’t want my finger to smell like my butt, that’s all. I’m sure you understand!”

Tobias understood the sentiment all too well, in fact, but Vee chose that moment to lean her weight onto the other foot, thoughtlessly shifting her two enormous butt cheeks and compressing his torso until his lungs could barely function.

It was unclear whether Vee even realized just how badly her poor little captive had suffered from her tiny movement, because she was quick to fill the silence with more self-indulgent praise of her own abilities, “And you can’t rush this magic stuff, even for a witch as talented as me! I mean, can you imagine what might happen if I used the wrong spell??? You could get pushed in even further, or you might get stuck in place, maybe even permanently.”

Tobias couldn’t actually respond, of course. He could only twitch irritably while every part of his compacted body ached for the tiniest bit of freedom and fresh air. And speaking wasn’t any easier while his face remained wedged into the gigantic girl’s hot, sweating orifice... The last thing he needed to do right now was offend the only person who could actually help him. Plus she had a point: Being permanently trapped like this would be a nightmare beyond imagination. If only she’d stop blabbing and arguing with him over every little thing!!!

Vee shrugged casually, “Not that I’d mind the new arrangement. I could make you my little familiar, and use you to store extra mana for me, or something. Then whenever I ran out I could just sit down to squeeeeeeeze a little extra out of you!” Vee giggled evilly at the thought. For his own sake, Tobias prayed she was joking.

The huge witch continued to think aloud, “Ugh, but you’d probably be so itchy. Plus I did promise I wouldn’t do that… damnit.” After a moment of contemplation Vee realized she was daydreaming, and looked back over her shoulder, “Hey, you still listening? You didn’t pass out or anything, did you?”

Mmf!

“Okay, just checking. Now where was I… Oh right! So actually most of my magic is for, y’know, curses and stuff rather than helping people. I could easily fix you in place like glue, or turn you into a statue so you can’t move anymore, but obviously that stuff wouldn’t be too helpful. At least not for you…” Vee paused, “Although it would help me think better if I didn’t have you squirming around and stuff. And you wouldn’t mind, right? It’s not like I could possibly forget you a second time!”
Tobias made a disagreeable little noise. The only comfort he had left was the ability to ever-so-slightly twitch, in order to wipe the ass sweat from his eyes and to keep himself from cramping every time Vee’s incredibly soft bulk contorted his body into some new and unpleasant shape. If he lost the capacity to manage even that, he’d be in pure hell.

Thankfully, Vee listened, “Okay okay. We’ll call that Plan B. Let’s see, what else… I dunno, I can’t think of much that wouldn’t just make everything a thousand times worse for you.”

If Tobias could open his mouth without immediately suffocating under a tidal wave of bare booty he’d have screamed at the top of his lungs, “JUST TELEPORT ME FOR GOD’S SAKES!” But the best he could do was hold his breath and pray, on the off-chance that Vee would read his mind and remember the obvious solution that had been right under her nose all this time.

Vee considered her options at a painstakingly slow pace, “Hmmm… what to do, what to do.” Tobias couldn’t tell if she was deliberately tormenting him with her indecisiveness at this point, or just genuinely didn’t care how long he spent flattened to her fat ass.

The huge girl blew air out of her mouth, “If only there was some way I could just snap my fingers and make you reappear, like a summoning spell or-” Vee suddenly paused mid-sentence, and let out a snort. “Oh, right. Almost forgot about that.” She chuckled loudly to herself, evidently amused by her careless mistake that had unwittingly drawn out Tobias’s torment. “You won’t believe what happened, tiny, but this whole time I could have just used that spell that always makes you appear, and summoned you right out of there. Isn’t that funny!?”

Oh, absolutely hysterical, a real knee-slapper. Tobias could not have been less amused. The longer Vee delayed, the longer he spent with his face fused to the jiggling skin of her ass crack, forced to breathe in humid, sweaty air. Couldn’t she just hurry up and get this over with!?

“Alright, enough joking around. Are you ready?” Smiling confidently, Vee got into position by shifting her feet and releasing her buttocks so she could raise her hands high in the air to gather her power. There was a faint and meaty *slap!* as Vee’s hefty butt cheeks slammed together, but she didn’t hear the eager reply she’d expected… what gives?

This is just a preview of the upcoming chapter, which will include much more! Stay tuned!